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Flinders Ranges 5-6

My shutter couldn’t stop for a moment.


  1. They're eye-poppingly beautiful photos, Joan. No wonder you were snap-happy.

  2. The second photo is so interesting to me: the top half, set against the bluest sky and the bottom half with the orange earthy background, and the tree caught between spaces.

  3. Love the sunlight on the mountain tops and the bottom composition.

  4. I know the feeling, but you have more restraint than me when it comes to posting. Funny I have been following your posts, I kept thinking, I would love to go there one day.A friend asked me the other day if we'd like to go to lake Eyre. We have booked to go in November. We visit Wilpena Pound on the way. Yoohoo. Lovely shots!

  5. Diane, you will enjoy it immensely however I do hope you are travelling in early November. The summers are very very hot. I've been to the Flinders in December and won't be going back again at that time of year.

    As for restraint ... I am making a every week of the trip last a month so I am not so sure it's true.


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